I said before about my begging days in brizzle, its really not something tat i reckon is big or clever, its just what i did at the time anyway, when i was begging up by teh christian bookshop in park st ( dont know if its still there or not) this woman used to give me a mars bar wrapped around god leaflet with an elastic band securing said parcel, anyway i was amazing rude to this woman( again not proud) every day she would give me one of her parcels and i would go " oh fucking great,what bit shall i eatfirst, that should last me all week "etc ( other such unfunny wittisicms) every day i'd get home get stoned empty my pockets at some point, looking for a lighter whatever, and chuck the damned mars bar parcels in teh bin, one day got home and a mates kid asked if they could have te gak bar, on unwrapping teh parcel
discovered two crisp tenners tucked into the god leaflet!, Cue rapid bin searching whereon i found a couple more with about £60 altogether, felt slightly ill at the thought of how many i'd chucked in the bin. Wait a minute this does have an ending, on returning to teh spot outside te bookshop, i saw teh woman again of course but now i know shes given mme al this cash, cant bring myself to be horrid to her, she stopped giving me the parcels as i was being nice, suppose she thought she converted me, try as i might could just never genuinely be nasty to her so never got another penny!